Date: Fri, 20 Apr 2007 06:43:42 -0700
From: Jay roberts
Subject: "Barber Babies Bobby" by Jay Roberts Gay Encounters
==Do you remember your first haircut and the lolly he gave you. I think
Barbers just know how to make a guy happy. This is a porno story. It is
not for kids, even if you need a haircut. You must be over 18 to enter
this shop.
This was the first time I had been in Boston. It's a great town: good
food, great bars and the kind of guys on the street that make me drool.
Those Back Bay accents, that sandy hair, square faces and heavy thighs.
Just what I love. But even though I am a desirable, horny guy of twenty, I
had to tend to business, hard as it was...and it was hard all the time.
I had been sent up by my company to try to open up some markets for our
brown bag business. No, that's not a bottle in a bag, it's kraft bags, the
kind you get in the supermarket when you don't say "plastic". Please stop
saying "plastic", we need the business.
I arrived by plane from St. Louis about five o'clock, too late to make any
calls. I checked in a hotel at the airport, cleaned up, shaved and went
out to have dinner. It was a bitter cold, windy night. I was thinking as
I walked along the street that I should squeeze in a haircut, I was pretty
shaggy in back. Before I got to a place to eat I saw a barber pole. You
know, the old fashioned kind that turns the red and blue diagonal bands.
The sign on the door said "Tony's, we baby you." I looked in the steamy
window. I could see two chairs. One was empty and the other contained a
tall, lanky kid who was being shaved. His eyes were closed and he looked
to be asleep. I decided to get the haircut right now and eat later. I
opened the door, setting off a long volley of tinkling bells. They sounded
really nice and put me in a pleasant mood.
A man in a white coat put down his magazine and stood up. "Come in fella,
take a seat in that chair." He looked over my hair and breathed out,
"Beautiful." This was quite a compliment from an expert. I was vain about
my hair, it was kind of reddish gold, straight and thick.
"You're a little over grown above the neck," he said staring and musing at
my hair as I sat in the chair. "We don't want to take too much off, just
neaten it up." As he spoke in a soft, mellow voice, I felt that he could
do want he wanted with my hair. He kept his warm, moist hand on the back
of my neck as he spoke. "What's your name, sir?"
"Robert Kneelson," I told him, but I didn't see why he had to know.
"Do you want me to call you Mr. Kneelson?"
I shrugged. "Makes no difference."
"I'm the famous Tony."
He ran a caressing hand on my check. "After the haircut, would you like
one of our special shaves, you'll look terrific after I finish."
I don't have a particularly stubbly beard, but it would save time in the
morning. "Okay, I'll take that too."
"Good," he said in my ear. "No charge for shaving first-time customers.
I grunted, hoping he would get started and get me finished soon as I was
hungry.
He lowered the back of the chair. He put on the radio that was playing a
soft, old fashioned song. He combed my hair, then he used his fingers to
push it this way and that, but all very gently. He almost whispered,
"Music's dreamy, makes you sleepy, no?"
I didn't answer, as it seemed too much trouble. He began cutting. Odd his
scissors didn't make that click sound. I heard heavy breathing. I became
aware that it was me. I guess I was really jet lagged. I noticed that the
tall young man had left. The other chair was empty, the other barber was
gone. Also the shop was in half light. Tony must have dimmed the lights.
His sing-song voice was droning in my ear, "Bobby boy, I see you like to be
babied, you fell asleep just like an infant as I cut your hair." His tone
almost caressed me. "Do you find that you get stimulated by this loving
treatment?"
I did have a fierce erection. I also realized that Tony could see it as he
had folded the covering to expose my crotch area.
Tony looked down at my cock. "I think the baby has to take a whizz and
that is why his pee pee is stiff and hard. Do you need to potty?"
I murmured, "Yes, I have to pee. Can you help me?"
"Of course Bobby. I have a ducky here that you can pee into and don't even
have to get up from the chair."
He unbuttoned my pants and carefully drew out my cock. It was standing
straight up. He took the urine collector in front of my cock and with his
hand gentling pushed my cock down so that the head was at the opening of
the "duck". We stayed like that for awhile, with nothing happening. He
leaned toward my ear and made sounds, the same ones my Mom used to make
when I was little. "Pish, pish," hissing suggestively. That did it, my
piss slit opened up and yellow urine rushed out, making a sound on the
bottom of the white metal collector. "Good baby, keep it up for Daddy."
Strangely I felt proud that I was doing it correctly and pleasing him. At
last I slowed to a dribble. He reached down and tapped the head delicately
with his index finger, shaking off the last drops.
My breath caught in my throat and I moaned slightly. He chuckled softly.
"Oh baby you like that don't you. Do you want me to rub you?"
I nodded meekly. "Yes, please."
He took hold of my stiff cock with one hand, with the other he held at
small bottle up to my nose. "Smell the pretty flowers."
My head was swimming and I was moaning loudly at I felt my "cock-a-doodle"
begin to feel so good. It felt as if it had to sneeze and then suddenly
white milky stuff shot out and entered the "duck".
"Excellent," he said softly in my ear. I realized that while I was filling
the "duck" that Tony had been kissing my ear and cheek. It had felt real
good.
He lowered the chair back really down. I was lying flat out. He put his
fingers on my eyelids and said, "Go back to sleepy-sleepy Bobby and Tony
will give you a nice shave."
He put warm clothes on my face. It covered my eyes as well and I was
plunged into darkness and deep sleep. As I hurled into sleep I could smell
faint lavender perfume and felt the cloths being removed and Tony's gentle
hands massaging the shaving cream into my cheeks.
Time passed, then I being conscious again. "Okay," Tony's voice purred,
"You look good enough to eat," and he chuckled like the tinkling bell over
the front. "How do you feel baby boy."
I had to clear my throat a few times to speak. "I'm a little thirsty."
"Oh poor boy. I have a bottle of milk here for you. Open your lips and
take a sip. That's right, suck the nipple and you'll get delicious milk.
Oh, oh, you nice baby keep sucking."
I did what he said and the process of drinking his warm bottle made me
sleepy again and I let myself slip into a nice nap. I don't think I napped
long. I awoke with Tony patting on talcum and talking loudly and
cheerfully. "Now Mr. Kneelson, we're done. I hope you like your trim and
shave." After I paid him he called after me, "Come back soon for a haircut
and shave."
I stepped out into the chilly night. Somehow I wasn't hungry now, I was
too relaxed and decided to walk back to the hotel and turn in. Up in my
room I took off my shoes and shirt and then lowered my pants. My underwear
was gone and in their place I was astounded to realize that I was wearing a
diaper pinned on the side. I was going to take it off in disgust when I
decided that it felt sort of comfortable to sleep in.
As I settled comfortably in bed I felt the back of my hair, wondering how
long it would take for me to need a haircut. Not too long I hoped. I put
my thumb in my mouth, sucked gently and settled into a comfortable sleep.
End
I got this idea from last week's haircut. I realized that I fell asleep in
the chair and enjoyed being handled by the young barber.